Just got back from watching the Avengers with the gf (it was AMAZING as'dkljas'dfkh) to find that one of my flatmates had drunk all the really nice apple juice I was saving. Urgh. If I wasn't moving out in June, I'd get a mini-fridge.

So, today I found out my Uncle (on my father's side) passed away last night. He had been having it rough these past few years, with constant bouts of pneumonia and the doctors having to perform a tracheotomy on him sometime ago.

In a way, it's surprising he's lived as long as he had, after the catastrophic injuries he received while in college that left him paralyzed, doctors said he wouldn't make it pass 10 years, but he lived for another forty.

Well it's just gone Friday here and I don't (really) have to get up tomorrow. I've had a glass or three of wine to dull the pain of probably fucking up a university exam this morning (WHOOPS). At least I only have 4 more to go before I leave for summer, and then finally get to go on study abroad in August. Whoop whoop.

Nothing tonight, because I'm on graveyard shift (as always). But I'll probably be taking kitchen duty when I get back in the morning and everyone can eagerly look forward to toast with a centimeter of burned crust, over-boiled eggs and what likely was supposed to be a marinated herring turned rag-strips. XD